I am so thankful you are finally feeling better! It just breaks my heart when you're sick and I can't do anything to make things better. I think we're all thankful that you're back to your funny self! You were (finally) chosen to be the Star of the Week in your class for this upcoming week and the grin on your face when you told me that your name was drawn was priceless. You've been waiting (not too patiently I might add) for this honor. Saturday morning we picked out pictures and got them printed so you could take them to school tomorrow. You loved looking back at your baby pictures but I had to fight back tears. You are growing up too fast. I love you, sweetie. Sooooo much.
I am so proud of you! You've really found a few things that you enjoy doing and that you're really good at--like Reader's Theater and Duets. I'm sorry your group didn't make it into the finals at your speech tournament yesterday, but I'm super proud of you for sticking with it. I'm also proud of you for waking up super early on Saturday with a cheerful attitude. Your daddy and I often talk about how you're growing up so quickly, but there are still some things about you that are little-girlish. This morning in church you leaned over and put your head over on my shoulder. You do that almost every week and every time you do it, I just melt. I love you, girlie. So very much. And PS: Your daddy wrote something very sweet about you this week. He's pretty crazy about you too. :)
Well, your freshman registration was post-poned a week because of sub-zero temps and windchill, but by this time next week you will be registered for high school. You'll also be a year older since you'll turn fourteen this week. Fourteen. Wow. I remember the day you came into this world...surrounded by family and friends who loved you from the moment they saw you. I feel really lost some days as I try to navigate your world of Xbox and 8th grade and junk food and girls and all the other high tech stuff you love, but being your mom is a huge blessing. I'm proud of you and I love you, buddy.
I think most of all I just want to tell you thank you. Thank you for driving the kids to school when it's snowy. Thank you for unloading the dishwasher every single morning. Thank you for having coffee ready for me when I wake up. Thank you for locking up at night and for always taking out the trash and keeping gas in my van and for helping me keep the laundry caught up and the other hundreds of things--both big and small--that you do to help me on a daily basis.
Thank you for loving me--especially on days that I'm not easy to live with.
Thank you for loving our children and for being generous with them in ways that they'll remember for a lifetime.
PS: I really love my new vacuum. THANK YOU! And I'm sorry I made a big deal about you running that red light this morning. Grin.
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